Before imprints
of yesterday
Become visible
through sunlit lids
Before I
stretch into my persona’s housecoat
I am as grateful
as a morning glory
-fully-kissed
by the rising sun
I am free
as a butterfly floating to nectar
–blissfully
unaware of hungry sparrows nearby
I am there
–I am that flower -that butterfly
Before my awakening
dawns on me
Written for Every Day Poems/T.S. Poetry Press - Tuesday Poetry Prompt: Waking up via https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=554089907988806&set=a.250609428336857.62979.250601428337657&type=1&theater
